Envy was an addiction, not quite like the Excesses who fed off it, but in a way this was his own jab at them. He kept his thumb pressed into her collarbone, snaking that bloody trail as far as there was skin and then back to make a swipe against his mouth. He eyed her strangely wondering why there was the need to talk. Did they need to? He'd rather eat more of her. "Nope. In Bangladesh for two weeks."